burning daylight cuts across the room

staining every thought i didnt finish

you blink, and the world becomes forgivable

your eyes, soft like the hush after thunder

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i saw you walk to me through field of ache

your skin stitched by thorns and memory

and maybe we are just birds mid-fall

but if theres a god, he'll catch you first

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even as i fade, ill say im sorry for leaving

because you are my anchor and i am the sea

i am the sea

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